Then, the second dance: of fate. Darcy, overwhelmed by a love he cannot suppress, proposes in the Hunsford parsonage. It is the most unromantic proposal ever uttered. “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” But then he ruins it: he catalogues her low connections, her family’s vulgarity, the inferiority of her situation. Elizabeth’s fury is cold and absolute. “From the very beginning, your manners impressed me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others.” She accuses him of ruining Wickham and destroying Jane’s happiness. Darcy walks out, stunned.
Then comes the visit from Mr. Collins, their ridiculous clergyman cousin, who will inherit Longbourn. Episode Three delivers the season’s first great set-piece: he proposes to Elizabeth in the Longbourn parlor. It is a masterpiece of condescending absurdity. “My reasons for marrying are, first… secondly… thirdly…” He lists them like items on a grocery list. Elizabeth refuses, calmly, then firmly. Her mother is hysterical. Her father, hiding in his library, sighs with relief. “An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth,” he says. “From this day, you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.” -s Pride and Prejudice -1995- All 6 Episodes
One night, Lady Catherine de Bourgh thunders into Longbourn, ordering Elizabeth to promise never to marry Darcy. Elizabeth refuses. “I am only resolved to act in that manner which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness.” Then, the second dance: of fate
They walk back toward Longbourn together, the morning sun burning through the last of the mist. Behind them, the great house of Pemberley waits, but for now, there is only the quiet path, the touch of hands, and the end of a long and stubborn journey from pride to love, from prejudice to peace. “In vain have I struggled
She laughs—that bright, free laugh—and looks up at him. “Well, then,” she says. “Your hands are cold.”
“My affections and wishes are unchanged,” she says. “But one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”